The crisp sound of the water. The sheer waves which the sea seems to have worn like yesterday's clothes. The ever continuing flow of the air, which sets everything in motion, just like she once had set his existence into motion, giving a direction same as the air seems to be giving to the water. The water, how much he can relate to it right now. Just like the water he also is unaware of the direction he will head to the next moment. The water. Whose existence is not independent of all other elements. But the wind is giving its gentle yet electric touch to the whole sea. Maybe she touched many others also the way she had touched his whole belongingness and put all the lost years of his life into question. The water, touching his feet and going back reminds him of his state of constant delima that which has now been swinging his life like a pendulum. The water. The water is distracting. It seems his long lost twin at the moment. But this whole place is a distraction in itself. The sand is the only thing that does not seem to be in motion. It thinks that it will be where it is, continue its life peacefully and in tranquility. What does the sand know what the future holds. What does it know of the gentle waves that brush it gently will actually turn into a wild monster one day, flowing it off its own ground. No, let the sand be unaware. Let the sand think that it is the main piece of amusement. Let it believe that it is the humble sand, whose malleability makes it desirable to everyone. That the fact that it is so pious that people come, make sand castles of it, change it, destroy it and go is a sign that the sand is loved. And despite everything people will want to see it as it is. The simple, easy to deal with, who allows everyone to leave a footprint on its existence. How little did it know that all the people are desirous of is to change the way it is, and its appearance. To change it into a piece of amusement and nothing more. That she wanted to change him into a person completely devoid of his original characteristics and appearances. But this is a win-win situation. What did she know that one fine blow and the sand is back to the way it was. One can change its appearances but not its characteristics. The sand also distracts him. It seems as if all of the things at peace here are shouting in unison the story of his own life which only he can hear. That each element of this place is him and he is the whole beach-side. Still he doesn't know why he comes here everytime he feels down and out. Maybe there is magnet somewhere buried deep alongwith his lost days which attracts him to this very place, and none else.
It has been quite some time since he came here. His T-shirt which was dancing with the wind in gaiety and making love has been silenced by the rain and does not have the energy to trace the direction of the wind anymore? Was that true love? One that can be silenced by even the littlest of rains. His T-Shirt rests in disagreement, clenched to his body like a crying baby who comes home to his mother to seek the only true love and affection. His mother. He did not show her his face after that incident. How could he? He did not even think he will even show it to his own self again. But fate has the different sense of humor. It comes to your rescue when you are less desirous of it. It was busy mocking him when he was praying onto it. Fate. A sweet tragedy.
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